An Adaptation of the Nursery Rhyme - A Wise Old Owl
A wise old owl lived in an oak.
He hardly spoke
up in that tree
so far from me.
The less he spoke the more he heard.
That wise old bird
just sitting there.
I didn’t care.
And so I told him all my thoughts.
I called the shots;
the facts he knew,
he wouldn’t spew.
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